~ Blurred Lines

by ladyliterati

~ Blurred Lines
Dreamy eyes scan the morning mist

Blurred lines; images of the Impressionist
A hint of peach pink peaks above mountains

Elongated blue hues of stratus clouds laze
As if a morning stretch was paramount
Playing in folds of curtains caught in breeze

Blue Mountain coffee scent drifts; comfort in a cup –
This veranda reveals beauty, serenity, tranquility

Yet gifts no embrace, no steadfast substance
At least not to dreamy eyes, caught in a cob web morn

Whose dreams were just that…cob webs of the mind:
How expectations rule lives less lived – promises dissipate

As, blurred lines.
O’Prunty

8/2/15

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